Every single time I do something I wish it were something else. Enough with the greener grass and fences. It is melancholic because then technically I wouldn't want to do anything. Which is partly true. But if I could scream about it I should be just fine.
(I need to talk about nothing. It's a girl thing)
3 comments:
I need to listen to nothing. Lunch or dinner sometime?
haha ok probably next week?
Good call.
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